Yeah, so um, Dumbledore died…that really sucks, I'm gonna pretend that didn't happen, sorry.

On another note… um, pardon me if I sound really stupid, but, do betas like correct grammar and help with ideas and stuff? In that case…. I NEED A BETAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Any offers? … Please? Um, I don't really know what I can do for anyone who's willing to help me, but I'll try to do something for you too.


"Setsuna!" The leader of the outer senshi slammed her fist onto the table, glaring at an older woman with long dark green hair.

The senshi were having a meeting in the arcade, just as they had done before, in a time that seemed so far in the past.

"Haruka, please be sensible," Setsuna sighed. "I watch time, nothing more. It's not as easy as seeing all the truths of the world and prying into affairs."

"Is it prying when the existence of a whole other world of senshi is out there as a possible risk to our princes! To the world!" Haruka almost screamed at the senshi of time.

Michiru took to massaging the shoulders of her lover, hoping to calm the woman down. There was a pause for silence, when another girl spoke up to address the senshi, this time a brunette.

"Isn't it amazing though?" Makoto stated more than questioned.

"We really should have suspected," voiced Ami.

Setsuna shook her head. "The problem is that we haven't recovered all of our memories from the Silver Millenium. We need the queen's power for that, and despite her strength, Usagi isn't ready to be queen just yet. So we remember some through our own power, but for complete memories we need complete power."

"THAT BASTARD!" Rei shouted, unable to contain herself any longer.

Until this point, the senshi had been tiptoeing around this sensitive subject – easily done considering the large amount of other important matters that they had on their hands.

Minako pulled Rei away from the discussion, trying to comfort her friend and also play the part of her role of leader in the absence of Usagi.

"He betrayed her…He betrayed us…" Rei spoke in a deadly whisper. There was anger and sadness in her tone. Her whole body shook with tremors of rage.

"We can't dwell on that right now," Minako answered, turning her head away from her fellow senshi.

"I've been keeping in touch with Hotaru," Michiru stepped forward, "And I think that the best thing we can do right now is get a grasp of the enormity of this situation."

"I agree," Setsuna responded, "Hotaru is currently working as somewhat of an ambassador for us, but we should meet up with these other…people, and discuss with them what needs to be done."


"Well, that didn't tell us anything new at all," Ron grumbled, sticking his hands into his pockets and stomping down the hall along with the rest of the crowd.

"'Go to your common rooms, prefects in charge,'" Ron mimicked.

"Oh, get off of it, we are in a crisis, Ron," Harry replied. "Plus, no classes for a while, the rest of the faculty has already left to aid the Ministry, except for the house teachers that is."

"Yeah, absolutely great," Ron continued, "Four teachers left, that means we got a good chance of Snape getting bugged at us."

"I honestly don't get what's eating you, Ron," Harry sighed and changed the subject, "What do you think about all of this, Hermione? You've been pretty quiet."

The bushy haired girl who had simply been keeping pace with the two boys. Now she opened her mouth to speak.

"Did you see that girl?" Hermione questioned. After receiving a two pairs of blank stares, she continued. "That girl, behind Dumbledore while he was talking."

Harry closed his eyes, thinking back to what had taken place only moments ago.

"Yeah, odd hairstyle," he answered, "Hey, come to think of it, wasn't she with that girl we met in the hall?"

"I remember her," Ron grinned, "Pretty one, wasn't she?"

Harry expected to Hermione to smack Ron upside the head at that moment, and was surprised not to hear the expected thud. He looked at Hermione, and although she had asked them a question, she looked like she had not paid any attention to their answers. She looked a little out of it.

"Hermione?" Harry called to her.

"I've seen her before…" Hermione spoke slowly. "No, in fact, I've seen them both before."

Hermione took off running, and Harry and Ron, full of curiosity had no choice but to follow her.


"Went to the library, all of them were checked out, but I bought my own copy, last one in the store too, everyone wants to know more about it all these days, no one thought of reading up about the moon though, got that one easy…"Hermione Granger muttered to herself as she sorted through her trunk. Finding what she was looking for, the girl plopped two extremely thick books upon her bed and began thumbing through one of them.

Feeling slightly embarrassed to be in the girls dorm room, Harry and Ron leaned against the wall off to the side.

"You think she's gone crazy?" Ron whispered to his best friend.

Harry simply shrugged his shoulders in response.

"Found it," Hermione exclaimed softly to herself, and lifted the book for her two friends to see the page she'd found.

"It's a ball at the Earth Kingdom Palace, during Endymion's rule." (1) Hermione didn't stop for a response from the two boys and hurried on. "See, here's Prince Endymione, but more importantly, look at this girl next to him. I know there are a lot of girls, but the one on his left. She's that girl with the odd hairstyle. And…" Hermione's finger swept across the page, to the very right of the picture. "This is the girl we met in the hall."

Harry and Ron nodded in understanding, but compared to other events that had taken place in the past day, it didn't seem comparatively important.

"So, uh, I guess they're friends of Endymion?" Harry guessed.

"No, no, no!" Hermione exclaimed. "Endymion follows the strict rules set up my royalty. I find them stupid, but that's another subject. The only one allowed to use the Sorcerer's Stone is the crown prince, and only until he provides an heir to the throne. In other words, he can't just use it on his friends. Furthermore, he was not the type of guy who would want to use it on other people. He thought everyone on Earth naturally inferior to him, and didn't really care about them and their lives."

As she spoke, Hermione handed the book she was holding to Ron.

"Who are these girls then?" Ron questioned.

"That," Hermione said, handing the second enormous book to Harry, "Is just what we're going to find out."


Not really a cliffie…yays?

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